Aster Veren
Episode 12's

- Esther

This morning I went to school first with a driver. Red uncle says he's coming with Uncle Eric.

At first I was invited to go together, but I had to prepare myself for my appearance today. I told Uncle Eric to keep my appearance a secret.

Amidst my happy feelings, I saw Kalea who had just arrived with Nadin and his father. I quickly ran into my class, I did not want to deal with Kalea and Nadin this early in the morning. So I ran away from them.

I also had a chance to see Nadin who glanced at me with an unpleasant look, so I immediately ran into the classroom.

I see the classroom is emptier than usual, probably because today is a special day for us. So they come more slowly, but usually this class is always crunchy and looks cramped because it is filled with naughty children from the next class as well.

Shortly after I sat down at my place, I heard the laughter of Kalea and Nadin approaching. And now I see the figures of those who just entered the classroom passing through the doorway.

"That's it," Nadin's voice pointed at me, "pft ...." Continue trying to hold back the laughter.

Is anything funny? Inner wondering.

"Hey Aster, Estelle's mom called you into her room." Kalea made me wonder.

"Ke–why did Estelle call me?" I asked a little excited and did not dare to look at the blue bead.

"Go and just meet him in his room." Ketus Nadin made me hurry, but a few steps past his stocky body. Nadin even grabbed my feet and made me stagger almost fall. Fortunately my hand immediately held on to the table beside me.

"Hhaha, you're still being rude to her." Kalea told me to leave that classroom immediately. I don't want to hear any more of their taunts about my father or my dead mother and grandmother.

After walking quickly towards the teacher's room, my hand immediately opened the door of the room and revealed the figure of my homeroom teacher Estelle.

"You've come Aster? Come in, son." He made me step in and sit in front of him after Estelle invited me to sit down.

"What did you call me?" I can't be more patient, because in my head I'm currently spinning various questions that I can't explain one by one.

"It's about your performance with Nathan. Earlier I wanted to apologize to you for not being able to let you perform with her," she explained to me a little surprised.

"Why?" I just couldn't take my eyes off Estelle's mom who was looking at me regretfully.

"Then Kalea's father came to see her, and he asked me to let Kalea perform with Nathan." It makes my tongue go round.

It doesn't seem strange if Kalea treats me as she likes. But this time it felt a bit sad, probably because I had previously thought how much fun it would be today if red uncle saw my appearance.

"So I didn't play piano with Nathan's brother." My murmurs remembered the name of the genius boy from the music school in the capital that the girls in my class loved.

"I'm sorry Aster's mother ...." The voice of Estelle's mom broke my daydream.

"Ti–it's okay, after all Aster games are not as good as Kalea games." Obviously I smiled faintly at Estelle.

"Aster?" Mumbled.

"Then, Aster, excuse me." I continued before leaving Estelle's room.

The time is 07:20 am now. The art show is about to begin. I quickly ran out of school to find red uncle who said he was coming.

But all I saw in front of the school gate was a grown woman arguing with the security guard.

I heard that the mother wanted to go to school to see an art performance, but the security guard couldn't let her in because she didn't have an invitation letter from the school.

On second thought I had the remaining invitation letter that Miss Estelle had given me. Usually I use it for mom and grandma, but this time I only give one to red uncle and uncle Eric refuses to accompany red uncle.

"A–anu ...." My words trembled a little to break up the fight of the security guard with my mother in front of me now.

"Oh son of Aster, what's wrong?" Asked the security guard immediately showed a wide smile while the mother was busy tidying her coat.

"Yes." Yeah." The response from the security guard made me smile reflexively.

"Then Aster gave this letter to that mother huh, so the security guard could let her in." I clearly showed the invitation letter in my hand.

"I–it ...." The muttering of the security guard made me glance at the beautiful mother beside me.

"It's okay, this year Aster just need one invitation letter. This one can be given to this mother alone, her daughter must have been waiting for her inside." I obviously gave the letter to the security guard.

"Then you can come in now, please." Said the security guard makes me happy.

I saw that mother had also stepped through the school gate in her elegant style.

Beautiful ... about who is her mother? My mind wondered as it followed in its footsteps.

"It's Aster, right?" The mother's voice stopped me, "thank you." Then turn your body towards me.

"Sa–sama-sama." I answered a little while watching her pretty face.

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- Arshel

Where is aster? My mind started to fidget because it couldn't find it anywhere.

Though soon the show will begin, but I was separated from the boy. I should have told him to wait for me in front of the school gate.

"How now?" I murmured as I circulated my gaze in all directions around me, but still couldn't find the purple girl.

At the same time my ears heard the voice of the girl who was shouting calling her father's name, and I saw her running in a hurry toward the man who. Bantinku saw the figure of a man in a black suit near the parking lot.

The girl immediately plunged freely into the man's embrace.

"Thank you for talking to Estelle." He said with a big smile.

Ah right! She ... big sister!? My inner being is aware of her posture and hair color.

I quickly stepped my feet closer to him who was busy talking to a child in front of him, although his face still looks stiff as usual.

"Hee .. can you explain it to me brother?" I asked to stop my steps right

in front of him and our eyes met.

"Salv ...." His murmur looked at me with a sharp look.

"Does this mean you're secretly married to another woman like you used to?" I tried to hold back my anger by putting both of my palms in my pants pocket. Well I did because I didn't want that stupid brother to see my fist.

"Who is this uncle, father?" The blue-faced little girl asked me a cynical glance at her.

"Dad?" My murmur further tightened my fist.

Maybe he let this foreigner call him father when he did not acknowledge the existence of his own daughter. I continue in my heart.

"This child is Claretta's son." Replied the man who was none other than my brother, I saw that he was holding the boy's hand tightly.

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